Dr Martha Jones saw the end of the universe (drjones_unit) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2009-09-15 17:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | gwen raiden, lindsey mcdonald, martha jones |
Who: Dr Martha Jones, Gwen Raiden and Lindsey McDonald
What: Why a cocaine habit and a ghost sickness do not mix!
When: Afternoon
Where: Martha's med lab
Rating: Highish for drama?
Status: In progress
Note: I am not a doctor, I just play one on TV write one! ALL medical information is pieced together from Wiki so there may (in fact will probably) be errors!
The itching was driving Gwen crazy as she scratched as much as she could under the gloves, before she finally wrenched the damn things off, digging her nails into the skin around her wrists and neck. Under the welts that were starting to form was some bruising, in harsh dark shades of purple and red, coming up at an unnatural rate. Gwen wasn't sure if it was those or the extreme irritation that finally made her overcome her fear of doctors. Actually, it was probably Lindsey.
"Come on, doc, anything to make this go away, please?"
Martha herself was frazzled, trying to alternate between keeping as much of an eye as she could on a bunch of paranoid patients and researching how best to cure them. She couldn't deny that she was nervous being so close to the electrical thief, especially now that her gloves were off. Still, it was useful to have a patient up close like this, even this particular one. To be on the safe side, she pulled on an extra pair of latex gloves, gently taking Gwen's wrist to get a closer look at the skin.
Now that she was up close, she couldn't help but notice the way Gwen was breathing, like she was short of breath or something.
"Gwen?" She frowned slightly, glancing up at her patient, sitting on the bed. "Gwen, apart from your wrists and neck are you experiencing any other symptoms?"
The other woman shook her head before she paused with a frown. "Just heartburn, but that's totally your fault, I hate being near doctors." She took her other hand, the one not being held by Martha, and held her clenched fist over her the left side of her heart, her hand shaking slightly. "Kinda hurts here. And can we get this over with because it's been getting worse over the last couple of minutes." The look of pain on her face made it more than a little clear that she was underplaying how much pain her chest was causing her.
Martha'a eyes widened a fraction before she grabbed the stethoscope, carefully placing it over Gwen's clothes. It was less than ideal, but unavoidable if she wanted to avoid electrocution. Even the limit hearing told her enough, along with the increasingly labored breathing from the thief.
"Shit," the doctor swore as she realised Gwen was on the verge of passing out. "Exactly what I was afraid of, a damn myocardial infarction." Muttering to herself, she eased Gwen back to lie down, just as she did actually lose consciousness.
"Help me," she all but snapped at Lindsey, her training as an EMT taking over any bedside manner she may have had, her gaze glancing around her lab to find everything she needed. "She's having a heart attack."